radical ramblings and thoughts of a southern girl
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Posted Jun 29, 2012 05:14 AM
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To laugh often and much; to win the respect of intelligent people and the affection of children... to leave the world a better place... to know even one life has breathed easier because you lived. This is to have succeeded. Ralph Waldo Emmerson
We walk along the sandy world, grains sliding underneath our feet, moving, shifting, touching, and all the while leaving an indelible imprint in the proverbial sand of time.
We don't think about it often, but every little step, every place we set down our foot there holds potentiality to change the world.
We really do not have to do a whole lot we don't have to make some kind of big over the top change
truth is if we live by the wisdom of emmerson laughing often, smiling, touching those we come in contact with well perhaps our little footprints in the sand that shift and slide and get all covered up by the grains of others...
perhaps we walk thinking that what we do, who we touch doesn't matter but in the big world in the big scheme of life every imprint matters--even mine---especially yours.
our imprints move around slide around get all mushed up with other folks and together all the tiny imprinted grains somehow mesh to make us we humans who we are... it is really too big to grasp to think about
but next time you think what you do doesn't matter that nobody is watching that nothing is affected by what you do or don't do... well don't fool yourself we imprint the world little by little step by step one tiny little movement at a time and it all matters
Take a moment to look at your imprint today and make a decision to give it your best live love touch help give be.... your life matters your steps matter for each of us changes the world a bit at a time.
One step toward goodness at a time... that is how I'm trying to live... Happy Friday.... hugs and blessings
The Radical Rambler
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Posted Jun 25, 2012 06:27 PM
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Most people live life on the path we set for them, too afraid to explore any other. But once in a while people like you come along who knock down all the obstacles we put in your way. People who realize freewill is a gift that you'll never know how to use until you fight for it. I think that's the chairman's real plan. That maybe one day, we won't write the plan, you will. Adjustment Bureau, last quote We drove to Salem, Virginia this past weekend. My husband's first nephew, Jeffy was getting married. Jeffy who I first remember being that little kid who would come and visit when Big Daddy and I were first dating. We'd throw him in the back of my red Honda CRX two seater and we'd drive around doing "cool" things and it seemed anything Big Daddy did was cool. It seemed Jeffy appreciated Big Daddy's off color humor in a way that not many others did. They adored each other and I came to adore Jeffy as much as Big Daddy did and does. He was 11 when I first met him and I felt myself well with pride as he thanked everyone at their "rehearsal party". He has grown into a burly man with a beard and a smile that never faded from his face. He has had his fair share of relationships---seems for the past few Off Color Christmas Party's--Jeffy has had "The ONE" with him and then the next Christmas Party---"the one" was replaced with "this one". Around Valentines day (which by the way Jeffy was when Big Daddy asked me), he acknowledged his love for his "girl" before her parents and his parents. It seems "M" had captured his heart. "M" and Jeffy met when he was coaching a kids baseball team, rumor has it her son played on another team. So this weekend, Big Daddy and the whole off color family--extended family even---gathered for a Big Celebration. I've never ever seen, Jeffy more happy. He beamed and throughout the entire day, I watched him and when I watched him, I'd find myself beaming just a bit as well. Every time he looked at his "girl", his eyes would well up and the happiness he felt in his heart was all over his face---I swear I think I saw a glimmer of Joy---every time I looked at him. As they danced to "your just too good to be true" at the rehearsal party held at the local museum, it appeared that the world stopped for just a few minutes and it revolved around both of them and love wove around and in between and through them. Watching them was like a glimmer into what Lady GaGa would say was, "right on the edge of glory." We really haven't met his new family other than through quick introductions. His lady seems to be strong, outgoing and full of love. She beams when she looks at both of her boys, her little one and her big one....and let me tell you "M"...you might not know this yet...but if Jeffy is anything like Big Daddy and I know he is... well you've got yourself someone who loves to laugh and have fun and some days...it just might feel like the boys will outnumber you in more ways than one. We enjoyed being part of your celebration and while it may have appeared we left a bit early at each event--I'm sure Jeffy will share part of our story with you and I'm sure you'll understand why we usually disappear a bit early at parties. Off Color Aunt said it well at your rehearsal party---a museum was the perfect place to celebrate your love---because all three of you are making history. My prayer for the three of you is that you will always love each other enough to do the hard work that it takes to have a strong marriage talk often, disagree when necessary, give each other grace and realize that none of us can change our genetic make-up our personality or much about the way we look. May you have patience to listen---even when you don't want to--- and
mercy enough to forgive
and
humility enough to admit when you are wrong and apologize
then may everything you do as a family always be under girded by the love that flows from the source of our creation. M and son we are thrilled to have you as part of our family. Jeffy--now you will be privy to off color big Daddy's anniversary card antics---you've got lots to look forward to...
On the way down, Big Daddy started telling me about an interview he saw with Matthew McConaughey about his wedding day... Jeffy as I watched your eyes well and your heart jump up into your throat when "your girl" walked down the aisle... well i couldn't help but think about what Big Daddy told me, it went something like....
“The silence before she came out, 42 years of history ran through my veins… and then I thought of her. Twenty-nine years, a young lady’s dream to marry whomever that may be, the most important moment in the fairy tale, and tonight, right now, I am that man for her, for the first time and forever.”
As I watched you, I felt my own tears well up as I held Big Daddy's hand and I wished for you... a love the way I felt for Big Daddy, but there was no doubt in my mind what you felt when I looked at you--- you'd found the one for you... and we couldn't be more thrilled for all three of you.
Big Daddy, I am most thankful for that most important moment in my fairy tale, for that night you were the man for me and almost twenty years later... guess what you are still that guy for me... from that first moment I met you at the gas station and you sang over the microphone until now... two off color children later You are still and always well be... "that guy" My guy!!! always and forever and then some more....
Happy Day to the newlyweds may you love each other always and forever... and Jeffy.. guess what it might be too good to be true....but it isn't..... glad you found her and can't wait to initiate her into our off color world.
Happy Monday... and hugs...
The radical rambler...
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Posted Jun 21, 2012 05:33 AM
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"Sometimes the things that may or may not be true are the things a man needs to believe in the most. That people are basically good; that honor, courage, and virtue mean everything; that power and money, money and power mean nothing; that good always triumphs over evil; and I want you to remember this, that love... true love never dies. You remember that, boy. You remember that. Doesn't matter if it's true or not. You see, a man should believe in those things, because those are the things worth believing in." quote from the movie Second Hand Lions
I grew up believing these things as well people they are good underneath all that stuff and when their not good well folks are just human and that's all good having a bad day. I still want to believe it even when I really wonder if it is correct i do believe that underneath all the masks we put on our face all the spotty clothes we put on to cover up who we are underneath all that stuff lies a core filled with goodness courage hope underneath the spots all of us have that I sometimes am just not privy to see it all.
honor courage virtue all that matters all that shows who we are how we live who we will become I do believe that that is for sure I just don't always share mine and I don't always trust the pool of another human's core---my thin line of scientific skeptism invites me to doubt until proven right.
Power power really gets one nowhere but wrapped up and tied up in the fight to get it and to have more of it. Money ah money if you have it does make life easier less stressful but it certainly doesn't bring happiness that is for certain.
and the old uncle on the show did get it right Love never dies....real love never ever dies it weaves around us runs through us over us in us and while the picture of love may change even once the liminal limits of death overtake the connection the souls the souls still hold tight and love grows pulls one forward propels us forward as the invisible communion of saints passed roots us on.
True or untrue I agree I agree with the uncle from this movie it doesn't matter if it is really truth it matters because that is worth believing. I hope my children embrace this philosophy that I have tried to embody in my life
there have been times when human kind has pulled a veil upon my naive belief system but even then even then and even now I believe deep in the root of what created us lies a pool of goodness mercy grace and love love that does not end and that that pool flows from the beginning of time and ends with us
and whether or not "truth" is part of it it makes life good better hopeful and so for today... just for today
I believe... and I hope you do to....
Have a great day and blessings...
The Radical Rambler
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Posted Jun 17, 2012 09:16 PM
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<tbody> | off color kids at ages 3 and 4 years old
<tbody>| (Elastigirl): | | ... just a little trouble with Daddy ... | | (Violet Parr): | | you mean Dad's in trouble or Dad is the trouble? | | (Elastigirl): | | ... I mean, either he's in trouble or he's going to be ... | From The Incredibles
Big Daddy has been a stay at home dad off and on through the off color children's life.
I remember early on coming home from working night shift and
finding my children
sitting in the living room with Big Daddy
chanting,
"Jerry, Jerry, Jerry!!!"
omg
yes it is true
when other kids were watching sesame street and Mr. Rogers
Big Daddy was exposing the off color kids
to
teen age pregnancy and who is DA baby daddy
trailer trash fist fights
and various off color things that most adults should not be exposed too.
They figured out early that I did not like it
because he quickly taught them to chant
"Jerry, Jerry, Jerry"
when I would walk through the door
and they all did it just to get my reaction.
Now he did have a few good TV moments,
he'd pounce off the couch as the lion
and dance in the floor as the tin man
when
Off color son became obsessed with "OZ" as he called it
or
"the wizard of oz"
He'd play barbies with off color daughter
and
he taught them
"what not to do in life"
by exposing them to numerous episodes of Cops, Judge Judy and Maurie.
Off Color son
could count by sevens and threes
early on in life
because everything
became
:down, ready, set:
Touchdown!!!
and
off color son would have to count up the score.
When they entered school,
he'd come in from his out of town travels and
go to the school to eat lunch with the off color children
after a bit,
off color children requested that he not be allowed to come...
seems
when he was there,
their table would get on the red cup
which means
they would lose some of their recess
off color daughter and off color son
swear it was Big Daddy's fault.
He'd pretend to be mentally challenged in the grocery store
and
yell
"pretty woman" and "faygo"
now it didn't take too long for
off color kids
to realize
"that just wasn't right"
and
didn't want to shop with him anymore.
Off Color Kids are now teens
and
they still never know what Big Daddy will do
who he will moon,
or what he will say,
they roll their eyes,
forewarn their friends
and
occasionally
join in the off color humor--off color daughter more so than off color son.
He is a great dance dad,
"yelling to off color daughter--"do it Big"
He is probably the only person to almost get thrown
out of the middle school
basketball games
for yelling too loud and being way too passionate about
how well
off color son is playing.
During football season,
he could be seen running up and down the field--wherever the team was--that is where you could find Big Daddy
really
all you had to do was listen.
Underneath all of his
Jerry springer, judge Judy, Maurie Povich antics,
he is a bundle of big heart
who is always in our corner--even when we might not want him to be---
Yes----
He has embarrassed all of us,
but he does makes us laugh,
and makes life fun and unpredictible
and
then
embarrasses us some more
most of all
He always loves us
and
that is what is most important after all.
He is the bestest off all "off color baby daddies"
cause he is ours!
We love you Big Daddy
Happy Baby Daddy Day!!!
the rest of the off color family
xox | </tbody& gt; | </tbody>
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Posted Jun 16, 2012 11:42 AM
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Lewis Thomas
In our busy life, we spend so much time running on the hamster wheel that on some days it feels like seems like is like we can't even take the time to breath.
We run around doing stuff, taking care of someone else, checking items off the agenda and all the while life moves right along and all we do is get tireder tighter and out of breath.
It is exhausting our shoulders are heavy and we can't breathe and we feel like our back just might break....
Whew... It has been that kind of week for me... my work after vacation has been overwhelming, transitioning back into life after sitting a spell is tough All week the pressure swirled and I ran and got irritable and unreasonable and agitated.
I didn't really even like myself on some days and I usually love this pile of sexy rotund hotness.
Whew... I'm tired... and I see what appears to be a semi-colon; and i'm running toward it the next park bench, I plop my hot butt down, lift my feet off the ground and Whew.....
Saturday's on the couch, or park bench, or floating in the pool (remind me to tell you about Big Daddy's backyard pool fiasco) are the best place for a semi-colon and a park bench.
Today I breath in and relax!!!
Hugs to you You-- hope your day is relaxing and energizing
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Posted Jun 15, 2012 05:14 AM
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If you don't know where you are going, any road will take you there. Lewis Carroll
Choices, two roads, three roads, a million roads, to the right, to the left, up and down the rock path, to the mountain top, to the valley, just around the bend.
Our destiny is determined by the choices we make as we read or don't read the signs along the way.
I mean--lets face it... not a one of us wish to be stagnant, do we? we are all going some place getting somewhere moving to our next thing to do....
I stood and stared at this sign that sat in a yard on one of my walks and being directionally challenged--no lie-- I stood and laughed. I'm am sure that if I chose to go to London, I'd end up in Japan, that is the way my directions go... I've learned and am learning along the way to just take the next step, I don't worry as much about where it will lead I'm just trying to enjoy the view from right where I stand... it does change with every step you know....
Got your life all planned out... hope it works out for you... as for me I've learned plans are okay but rarely work out the way we foresee.... if i keep my expectations down to a minimum, look around at birds and trees and rocks and shells... well if I see the eyes of those I love, those who need, touch a few folks along the way... well if just doesn't matter where I'm going anymore.. I'm just enjoying the gift of a long walk....
Thankful to be alive!!!
Happy Friday...
The Radical Rambler....
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Posted Jun 13, 2012 06:10 AM
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“What are you going to do with your life?" In one way or another it seemed that people had been asking her this forever; teachers, her parents, friends at three in the morning, but the question had never seemed this pressing and still she was no nearer an answer.. . "Live each day as if it's your last', that was the conventional advice, but really, who had the energy for that? What if it rained or you felt a bit glandy? It just wasn't practical. Better by far to be good and courageous and bold and to make difference. Not change the world exactly, but the bit around you. Cherish your friends, stay true to your principles, live passionately and fully and well. Experience new things. Love and be loved, if you ever get the chance.”
John Keats is attributed to the quote: CARPE DIEM OR SEIZE THE DAY.... NOW HOW MANY OF US PUT OUR FEET ON THE GROUND THIS MORNING STRETCHED OUR ARMS AND LEGS YAWNED OUR YAWN AND JUMPED OUT OF BED WITH THE EXCITEMENT OF SEIZING THE DAY..... WHAT DOES THAT MEAN....REALLY? SEIZE MEANS TO "GRAB HOLD" "HOLD FORCIBLY" HUM.. for me... it was more like, "dammit the alarm is going off again" "my legs are sore from the gym two days ago" "oh no...the coffee pot is empty" so this morning after thinking about my own opportunity I'm doing a start it over...
Hallelujah! I woke up this morning... as my feet touched the floor, :thank God for another day--it is so good to be alive: :my legs are sore---so glad I had the opportunity to work out at a gym: :I get to go to a job this morning--God bless those who are not as fortunate and are worrying about where their next meal will come... ah....a fresh cup of coffee.....
I feel better now... Carpe Diem... not exactly but at least I'm on the road to Seizing my opportunities with < div style="text-align: center;"> new attitude and new eyes...
Have a wonderful day Thank God you are alive.... and do it Seize your opportunity where ever you stand or sit or lie.
Happy Hump Day......
the radical rambler....
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Posted Jun 9, 2012 07:29 AM
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My mother and myself have always done the "ONE, TWO, don't make me count to THREE or you are going to be sorry!" Luckily neither she nor I have ever reached three. it is the last morning of the off color family vacation.... yesterday the "girls" and I went on a kayak trip through bird island salt marsh.... We didn't see a whole lot of birds... or dolphins... < div align="center">orbald eagles as the guide so promised in their awkward introduction to kayaking speech. It was apparent that they were nervous---seems this was the largest group they had ever attempted. I personally enjoyed the people watching more than the trip through the marsh, though there were times of tranquility--it just wasn't as personal as the one the girls and I took two years ago where we were the only three on the tour.There was a group of four from New York--most impressive was the 18ish young blind man with his mother---you know I was wanting to play Oprah Winfrey and ask all kinds of questions about why he was kayaking, but when I broke in with the typical "where y'all from?" all I got was "New York" and no further invitation to enter their world---seems sexy hot mama struck out just like the boys--- There was a group of two married couples and a fifth wheel who gladly proclaimed and wore that as a badge. She facebooked the entire trip which I found quite intriguing. I did overhear that she was a sales rep and that her region included Sudan and other parts of Africa. One of the couples who shared a tandem kayak argued so much about technique on the way that mid trip..fifth wheel switched with them and rode with the wife in order to save their marriage--or perhaps to at least save peace for their last evening of the trip. He tried to be cute and cut in front of them...and suddenly in the middle of the marsh, he flipped not once but twice, filled his kayak with water and the whole group had to wait as his wife proclaimed..."now look at the marine/policeman".... they had to pull his kayak to shore and use a bail pump to get it ready for use again. I said to the woman while we waited, "I bet you can't work in the kitchen either......" She said, "he is actually a much better cook--but he does it all wrong. I clean as I go..he uses twelve dishes for everything and lets it pile up." I laughed, "I guess we couldn't work in the kitchen together either...that is exactly what Big Daddy says about me. We'd probably fight in the kayak as well." ..and I quickly paddled away so not to get a lesson on "how to use the paddle correctly" In my heart, I felt sympathy for the guy who was holding us up.Then there was the "minister couple" and their meek daughter who they had in later life..... I don't know that he was a minister--he just reminded me of some I knew in the Baptist churches my daddy made us go to....short, mustache, mini-tumor stomach and sandals. He is always prepared. He showed up with his own life-vest, his own huge first aid kit and his very own kayak paddle. His wife--whiter than the whitest porcelain---kayaked way away from him as far away as she could and i don't blame her--she was on vacation after all---his daughter kept her head down and I kept hearing her twelve year old embarrassed voice say--"yes dad I'm okay".....and I thought I could hear her say under her breath---there is no way I could drown in this life jacket you bought and are making me wear." He talked "water talk" with the guides and I'm sure in his heart pretended that he was the fearless guide sent from God to save any kayaker who suffered a scrape or heart attack on the trip---no lie---his first aid kit was big enough to have contained a portable AV defibrillator.Then there was the sunburned "Asian wife with her professor like young husband...or boyfriend..." She took pictures and constantly bragged to him about how good she was getting and he just smiled and encouraged her on.....while he looked like a nerd...I decided by the end of the trip that he was just a good ole boy." As you can see, I did glean quite the motherload of information on the trip.....so it wasn't a total loss.... Following the trip, we piddled around, took naps and then headed out for Big Daddy to have his annual stuff yourself with as much seafood as possible and make yourself sick night. I was able to order chicken off the grill as I am deathly allergic to seafood of any kind. I was not sick after eating my grilled chicken and I did it.....I actually didn't think of calories or guilt or weight gain or how much I'd have to walk on the beach to get rid of it.....I actually ordered dessert.... < div align="center"> homemade key lime pie... I swear it was pretty close to orgasmically perfect. It was the perfect combination of sweet and sour and butter and fluff. I probably could have eaten the whole pie and OH MY...I enjoyed and savored every bite, although i did selfishly share a bite with Hannah tard--cause I'm nice like that.... I really didn't want the nickname..."selfish pie" yes..the boys could not "wait' on us..they had to leave early and go out to eat alone---probably on their last night hopeful prowl for some teenage girl without their parents. As off color daughter and I went to the grocery to pick up supplies for the drive home, she said, "We do have some social awkwardness mom....I mean that guide was talking to you on the beach and you just kept walking." I said, "well, first of all I'm old and I couldn't hear what she was saying and I was really busy overhearing the things the others were talking about.... "off color daughter" said, "mom, it was just us....me, you, and the Jillian Michael's sounding guide."I thought for a minute and then said, "well, now that you mention it, I guess I do have the "grandfather syndrome"==my father... I can tune out anything or anyone I don't want to hear or talk to....I just go inside my own little world and zone...I tell off color daughter this...and she says... "mom...we are both like that...why do you think that is...?" I thought for a minute and then said, "I used to be pretty good at "idle chitchat and conversation when I worked at the church," but now...well now... unless I'm personally vested in getting to know someone or getting to be part of their story, it isn't worth the energy to just ask "where Y'all from".....I want deep philosophical conversation."I guess you could say, we are "conversation selfish." We both agreed that our world was way more exciting inside our head than some of the mindless chitchat but perhaps if we both tried, we might occasionally run upon another geek or two like us, who wanted to talk medical diseases, the joys of OCD behavior, enter into stupid off color jokes.... perhaps if we tried...we might find more people like us....or not." I was laying bed and suddenly it dawned on me last night.... I realized as I brushed my teeth,they were staring back at me... you know my mama and my daddy... mama was there in the wiry flow of my gray streak that I share in common with my grandfather and with her... it starts on the side and runs back...they had jet black hair so theirs was more prominent like a skunk.... I blend mine into what my daughter calls the "white headed bleach".......but anymore, I'm becoming more gray streak than blond...and the gray parts are beginning to have a hairstyle all their own and will not conform to my sexy hot..messed up look..just the way I want.I saw lines--those think lines of my father----staring back at me in my forehead and eyes...and swollen bubba gump lip.. "OMG--on vacation I've suddenly become my parents....now who can I blame because I'm weird." As I was thinking just before I drifted off to sleep... I realized it really has happened... < div align="center">this week, while everyone was gathered...< div align="center">I made the off color children put in a set of those bubba teeth to send my brother a birthday text.......I wore a pair myself....as Hannah tard took the picture...it happened...
I started laughing...laughing with a set of bubba teeth in my mouth...I was laughing so hard, I couldn't stop...I couldn't breath and all the while, keeping my bubba teeth in my mouth... and < div align="center">there she stood...possessing my body... my mother bringing me that stupid laugh that she used to get..... the one that to this day will make me start to laugh so hard I almost "pee my pants."...oh well little brother--happy birthday from you "off color sexy hot sister"--who is quickly becoming just like "them" Mama and Daddy... I never knew it... never knew that that two of you are "sexy hot"... never knew.. I'd become you... and < div align="center">now I know...one day...my kids will look at their kids... and say.. OMG < div align="center">I've become my sexy hot off color mama.... I hope then.. they realize just like me... how lucky they are... so long beach.. it has been fun.. Monday back to the grindstone again... it sure has been fun.. Happy Saturday... < div align="center">go ongo look in the mirror and tell me who you see.... The radical rambler
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Posted Jun 7, 2012 08:26 AM
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“There is, I have heard, a little thing called sunrise, in which the sun reverses the process we all viewed the night before. You might assume such a thing as mythical as those beasts that guard the corners of the earth, but I have it on the finest authority, and have, indeed, from time to time, regarded it with my own eyes.”
― Lauren Willig, The Garden Intrigue
The off color family vacation continues with all our antics as usual. This morning, Big Daddy and I awoke while the moon was still on the horizon. Big Daddy made us some coffee, donned his "orange on orange" outfit--as the off color children call it. He also has a blue on blue and a green on green. Sometimes he mingles them together. He told me not to be taking his picture this morning because it seem that every time I have my camera--he is in his "orange on orange". He said, "Everyone will think you took the pictures all in one day." I think to myself, "Duh, I don't think so. They will think you only had one outfit." So far the trip has been just the right mix in weather, sleep, walking and off-color family time. As I sit here, reflecting... the ocean continues to splash, crash on the shoreline and roll back out to where ever it comes from.... the birds sing songs I don't hear in my native Ky land and the warmth of the sun is beginning to heat up the air. It has rained alot here at the beach. I don't mind the rain. It makes for great sleeping weather or "bed time weather" if you know what I mean. I have taken advantage of it when ever I could. One day the girls and I walked on the beach in the rain where we found great treasures and gifts deposited just for us by the god's of sea....starfish, sand dollars, hermit crabs and so many whelks (Atlantic conch) that it kept us walking for hours. Hannahtard, the fearless one in the group, walked through the tide pools and held up things for us to see before throwing them back to the sea. We walked so far and for so long, we knew we would not make it home in time for Big Daddy's grill smorgasbord. We had walked so far on the island that there was no beach access. Once we finally got a cell signal, we phoned Big Daddy and asked him to meet us at the first area that had beach access--still two miles away. By this time, the girls were hungry and whining and tired and their feet were hurting and .....wha wha... I personally enjoyed every tranquil minute of the day. Off color son says that he enjoys the moonlight strolls the best. By the time the boys are up and going for the day...I am ready for my first nap. I have not made the midnight stroll just yet, but I do have a couple more days. The world has stopped for just a few minutes, slowed down so I can breath and for that I am thankful. The walking and the sound of waves and the feel of warm sand between my toes, has cleared my head and I find that I am filled with a deep peace and gratitude which I suppose one could say encompasses blessed JOY.
Now an off color vacation could not be complete without one off color story...don't you agree? Last night after going for a drive on the island with off color daughter who did get her permit just last week. She said she pretended to be dumb and that helped her not over think her questions. Anyway, we are finally convincing her to start to learn to drive. Now by the time off-color son was driving he was already so cocky and sure of himself, we had to make him slowdown. I swear riding with him was like sitting on the backseat of an evil Knievel motorcycle. Off Color daughter is very precautious and is just learning the difference between the gas and the break. She did break the 20 mph speed limit last night. She does a bit better everytime she tries. I'm sure she thinks she is already better than me...they all say I am a horrible driver---which is not true--I just like looking at things as I do it. As dusk set in, the girls, Big Daddy and I headed to the beach for an episode of "off color family" plays Frisbee. We were actually pretty good...I mean we could throw it and we could catch it without hurting ourselves or anyone else. All was well until I saw it happen....Off Color daughter got a twinkle in her eye and the next thing I knew, she was bending over making sure that her shirt was up and her shorts were down enough to make it look like she had a huge "plumber crack". Well that started the contest of who was the most brave...Big Daddy, Off color daughter or Hannah-tard. I tried to hang with the mooning and plumber cracking antics...but I promise...they are better at off color than I am. People were laughing....except for the one dad who was next to us with his children and I swear sir...I'm sorry for the behavior of my family, but I really have no control over it. As off color daughter said, as she placed her hair in a bun and parted her long bangs in the middle looking sexy hot, she quoted Foxy Cleopatra from Austin Powers:
"Well, the future better get ready for me. 'Cause I'm Foxxy Cleopatra, and I'm a WHOLE LOTTA WOMAN. "
Well she is right about that one....she's a whole lotta off color daughter and a whole lotta woman----since she is from the sexy hot mama gene pool.... she is a Foxxy Cleopatra and she's gonna be a whole lotta woman for some off color in law to be...that is for sure.
Have a great day, Blessings < em>The radical rambler < em>from the beaches of North Carolina< em>hugs
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Posted Jun 4, 2012 01:14 PM
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As the ocean is never full of water, so is the heart never full of love unknown
It is that time of year again! The off-color family has hit the beach. Big Daddy, Sexy Hot Mama, off-color daughter and her friend Hannahtard, off-color son and his friend J (I tried to explain to J. that he was about to take a National Lampoon's vacation but only more off-color--I'm not sure he knows what to think? I saw him blushing a time or two during supper so far.) are at the beach. The waves are rolling, sand is everywhere, and the off-color loud family have landed for a week of fun. Who knows what might happen? We arrived late Saturday evening and have spent the last two on the beach. Off-color son and J. seem to keep their distance from us. It seems we off-colors have the ability to keep them from picking up a girl or two. Yesterday, off-color daughter, Big daddy, and Hannahtard went to the beach early. They got towels, sunscreen and the Big Umbrella to protect off color daughter as she is allergic to the sun. I met them down there looking oh too sexy hot in my bathing suit--black with a swirly top-tankini.... I brought my chair, my glasses and wore my i-pod down to where they were. The beach had the normal crowd for a Sunday and me being sure I was looking sexy hot simply said, "Hey Big Daddy--am I looking sexy hot to you?" He looked at me and held up his hand as to quiet me down--- I glared at him and he said, "you are screaming--every one at the beach can hear you?" I said, So what--I am sexy hot you know!!!!
Off color daughter and I dug a hole--now normally neither of us like sand, but we both must have had our OCD characteristics kick in---cause we dug a hole so big, off color daughter sat her chair inside, positioned her umbrella and sat there the rest of the day like a mutant ninja turtle with her head popping up to look out occasionally.
It is overcast right now. Off-color kids and friends are watching Harry Potter, Big Daddy is snoring and me... well I am feeling sleep come on as well.
more stories to follow but if you see a sexy hot woman in a black tankini with a pink white yellow swirl top looking sexy hot talking with her ipod on... well tap her on the shoulder and tell me hello!!!
Have a great day---- Life is a beach!
The Radical Rambler
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